Sins

A/N: Okay... so I know I just posted a chapter a few hours ago. And usually I like to wait a week or so before posting another chapter. Give people time to read and want more. But... I love this chapter. I loved this chapter while I wrote this chapter. So I just had HAD to post it as soon as I finished it. I'll try and keep my excitement to a minamum in the future. But as for today... read read and be happy! Oh and Review, please review, I love reviews.

Warnings: SoloF, Voy, bondage, slight torture.

Chapter 12: Breaking Brown

Draco had not gotten any sleep. His mind had been swirling with the magnitude of what he had set himself up for. Of course the test of his skills, of his loyalty would be difficult, but he wasn’t going to allow himself to fail. The hardest part, was that he had to seduce Brown without actually becoming involved physically with her. It hadn’t been in the rules, but the idea of bedding, or even touching a woman other then his mistress was unthinkable.

He found humor in that. There had been a time, not a month prior that the thought of giving himself over to the know-it-all Muggle born was beyond ridiculous. Sure, he had contemplated the idea of getting Crabbe and Goyle together and gang raping the little prude in some deserted stretch of hallway. But those ideas usually only filtered into his brain when he was drunk, they weren’t something he would have ever acted upon.

Sighing in slight aggravation, he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathes. He ached with the need that had flared in him the night before, but he had not been given permission to relieve that ache, so he made no attempt.

Feeling the hot water pour over his skin he once again ran through how his life had changed, how he had changed. He wasn’t the submissive type, not really. He resented that his father expected him to bow to the Dark Lord, he resented the idea of bowing to anyone. Yet the thought of kneeling at the perfect feet of Hermione Granger sent a shiver of desire down his spine. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, or why, but somehow they had managed to break him. Far worse then that knowledge was the fact that it excited him to know that he was hers to do with as she wished. That only she could send him into ecstasy. The thought caused a light to flick on in his mind, and the trademark smirk to cross his lips, he knew how he would turn Brown into a willing slave for his Master.

He went to breakfast feeling almost giddy, grinning at Blaise as he sat down next to the darker boy.

“You’re in a better mood then I thought you’d be mate.” He stated, his eyebrows raising slightly in amusement.

The blond merely nodded trying not to smile to broadly. He still had a reputation to keep after all.

Through out the course of the day he took time to catch the attention of the blonde Gryffindor, smirking and winking at her in a way that made her blush and giggle.

At lunch he caught her in the hall, his smirk becoming devilish. “Afternoon Brown.” He offered, winking at her seductively.

She giggled slightly before regaining her composer. “Hello Malfoy. Is there something you need help with?”

“Actually, I was hoping we could meet up tonight.” He offered, amusement playing in his eyes as he watched a fierce blush spread over her nose and across her cheeks.

“Ah, I don’t think that’s appropriate Malfoy. Everyone knows your reputation, and I’m not just some slut who you can shag in a broom closet.” She managed, though her voice conveyed the uncertainty she felt.

“I’m hurt that you would think such a thing. I simply wanted your help with all this bloody divination's work I have piling up”

She relaxed slightly, taking a deep breath before speaking. “You want me to help you with class work?”

“Would it make you feel better if I swear I wont try anything? How’s this, I promise I wont make a move on you, or touch you in any way that would make you feel uncomfortable.” He offered.

“Well… Okay, if It’s just to study.” She agreed, the blush traveling down her neck.

He smirked at her again before turning to head into the great hall and join his housemates for the meal. It felt good to be in control again. He needed to feel that sense of power, to know that there were still some things in his life that he had control over. It was true that he was doing it to please his Master and Mistress, but at that point in the game he was still calling the shots.

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He watched her walk into the library, her books clutched close to her chest. She looked uneasy, as if she didn’t really trust his intentions. He couldn’t blame her, he was known to be crafty, even by Slytherin standards.

“Are you ready to study Malfoy?” The question came out in a squeak, proof that the little blonde was summoning all her Gryffindor courage.

“If you are Brown.” He drawled, “though if you have decided not to assist me with my homework… I suppose I could find another study partner.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” She was a little to quick to respond as she sat down across the table from him and placed her books in front of her.

He gave a drawn out sigh and pulled a flask from his robes. Uncapping it he brought it to his lips and faked taking a long draw of it's contents before offering it to her. "Here, to calm your nerves, and to prove I'm not up to anything." He stated as he offered her the flask.

She looked at the small metal container with distrust, "are you trying to get me drunk Malfoy?"

He chuckled and moved to recap the flask. "Well if you're too chicken to drink with a Slytherin."

Huffing she grabbed the bottle from him a took a large swig. "Don't be a prat. Lets get to work."

He smirked at her, but made no motion to take the flask back. "Okay."

Letting Brown lecture him on the basics of fire scrying was almost as boring as the actual class had been, what wasn't boring however, was watching the flush that was slowly spreading across her cheeks and up her neck. She started glancing up at him nervously when she thought he wasn't looking. Every time her eyes met his she would take another swig of the fire whiskey.

If Draco had not been an expert at controlling his features he knew he would have been smiling. The whiskey was laced with a potion he had brewed after dinner.

The potion had been simple, something he could have whipped up his first year, had he known about it, or been so inclined. But despite its simplicity, its effects were wondrous to behold. With each drink Brown became more and more aroused. The trick of it however was that the potion called for a strand of hair, much like the Polijuice potion had, only instead of turning the drinker into the person the hair belonged to, it made it so that only that person could bring the drinker to orgasm.

It was a perfect plan in his opinion. The potion was made with his Master's hair, so only he would be able to grant the little blond release. All he had to do was wait for her to figure out something was amiss. Which meant biding his time, letting her walk away from him and go back to Gryffindor tower. He was relatively certain that she would not be able to resist touching herself, getting herself as close to the edge as she would be able. It was a place he knew well, a place he was balanced at even as he sat studying in the silence of the library.
Absently he wondered how well Brown would take it. If she would go mad, or quietly accept her newest role in life. He was inclined to think that it would be a combination of the two. He doubted she would fight as hard as he had, but he was sure she wasn't going to take the news laying down.

He watched her tip the flask back one last time before frowning at him, "you were trying to get me drunk." She seethed, tossing the empty container onto the table. "Well, Lavender Brown is one girl you aren't going to get in your bed." Standing she gathered her books and stormed out of the library.

Once he was sure she was gone he allowed the smirk of triumph that had been pulling at the corner of his mouth. She had taken the entire potion, which meant she was falling into a state of extreme lust.

Lust, the word made him shiver. His Mistress had informed him that she would not bed him again until he had succeeded. She also told him that she and his Master would take their pleasure from Blaise. He could feel Blaise's need, feel his pain. It was maddening to know that his best mate was pleasing HIS Mistress, more so that he could feel the need, the pain, the pleasure. He would have to wrap his little game up as quickly as possible. Standing he slowly gathered his things, his limbs trembling slightly, he needed to retreat to his room, to the safety of his bed. He needed to be away from people, before he lost control of his composure.

By the time Draco had reached his room, his body was trembling. His Master was using Draco's least favorite punishment on Blaise, he could feel the barbs that ripped into the darker boy's flesh, he could also feel the pleasure Blaise was getting from it. Falling into his bed, he buried his face in his pillow and moaned. He was hard, as hard as he had been since his Mistress had first allowed him to orgasm during the winter break.

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Hermione sat in bed, her charms text book open in her lap. She and Ron had spent most of the evening trying out her new toy. Blaise had done everything commanded of him, his long lithe body shuddering with pleasure with every lash placed on his flesh. He pleased her expertly, but he was by no means the beautiful pale blond that learned to beg so sweetly. Thinking about Draco was more then distracting. He was the one who claimed he could bring anyone to bow at her feet. It was only right to test his skills, if he failed, he would be punished, if he succeeded... he would be punished in a different way.

Soft moaning broke through her musing, it seemed someone else in the sixth year girl's dorm was feeling a little sexual frustration. Moving slowly, to make as little noise as possible, she reached for her wand and cast a disillusionment spell on herself before slipping out of her bed and following the sounds to the bed of Lavender Brown.

Hermione found herself holding her breath as she peaked through the barely closed curtains that fell around the bed. She wasn't sure she would be able to contain herself if she saw her pet pleasuring Lavender. The breath escaped her when she saw that the blond bint was alone in bed.

She had to admit though that it was quite the sight, her small frame naked and shining with a thin layer of sweat. Her left hand grasping at her breast and pulling at the nipple, her right between her legs, her fingers feverishly stroking and rubbing her jewel. She looked frantic, needy, in her ministrations.

As she watched Lavender's left hand moved down her body to join her right, her index finger thrusting into her dripping well, her middle finger pushing past the tight ring of her anus. She left out a small shriek of pain and pleasure as her fingers moved in and out of her body, her other hand still gyrating against her jewel.
Hermione had to admit that she had never believed Lavender to be kinky enough to finger both her holes while masturbating. Continuing to watch she became aware of the fact that her little panted moans were actually words. Leaning closer she held her breath and strained to hear what was actually being said.

"Please. Please. Close. So. Close. Why. Why. Please." Lavender panted, her fingers never stilling.

Hermione had to retreat back to her own bed and place a silencing charm around it before she let out the breath she had been holding, and with it dark, gleeful laughter. "Good boy." She breathed after the laughter had left her. Knowing that Draco was doing what she had commanded of him, but still keeping distance from his prey was a comfort. If he managed to break her without ever actually touching her she would reward him. Comforted by her own thoughts she let the whining moans of need from the other girl lull her to sleep.

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Draco was amazed to see Brown walking toward him as he headed into the Great Hall for breakfast. He thought for sure that she's be in her bedroom fonding herself. He blamed it on Gryffindor stupidity, and was glad he had brewed several doses of the potion.

"Malfoy!" She called to him, obviously angry. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes narrow. "I want to speak with you. In private."

He threw her a confident smirk, motioned for his friends to go on without him and then walked over to her. "What Brown?"

"What ever kind of potion you tricked me into drinking last night, the jokes over. Give me the antidote or I'm going to the Professors." She threatened, her voice barely above a whisper.

He rose an eyebrow at her and chuckled. "You didn't find humor in it? I'll admit it didn't work the way I was hoping. Bottle said it was suppose to be instant. Don't be all testy though Brown, I was just testing it out on you."

She snarled at him, "I swear I will tell and you'll be expelled."

"Now, now Brown. No need to get so angry. Here." He reached into his robes and pulled out the small bottle he had put the potion in. "I told you I was just testing it on you. I had no intention of NOT giving you the antidote."

She eyed him suspiciously for a moment before snatching the small bottle from him, uncorking it, and draining it's contents.

Draco smirked and watched her. The book had said that one dose was enough, that two would have intense and consuming effects and that three would drive the slave in question mad.

As he watched her eyes grew wide, the flush on her cheeks intensifying. "You lied." She whispered, her thighs rubbing together of their own will.

"Of course I lied. Look who you're talking to." He retorted.

"I'll tell." She threatened, her hands balling into fists in an effort not to touch herself.

"Go ahead. No one is going to find anything wrong with you. And You don't have any proof I did anything to you."

She mewed in discomfort. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because my Master wants you. In a VERY intimate way. I told him I would get you for him, ready and willing to give yourself up to him. Permanently."

Fear filled her eyes. Her voice seeming to fail her as she opened her mouth to speak. "I don't want..." She finally managed.

He smiled cruelly at her. "You'll find out, just like I had to, it doesn't matter what you want. Oh, and a few other facts you should be aware of. One: This potion has no antidote, the feeling of need will NEVER go away. Two: My Master is the ONLY one that can bring you to orgasm.And three: I know you're still a virgin, so you better not go breaking your Hyman OR sticking anything big then this," He held up two fingers, "inside you. Or else I'll be forced to really hurt you."

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he spoke.

Sighing he leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "Be a good girl and He wont be overly cruel to you. Fight Him and you will suffer. It's best for you to just yield to me now, trust me I know how you feel."

Her expression was one of shock and confusion, as if she could not believe that he could have any idea how she felt.

He wasn't sure what was thinking, why he was feeling any kind of compassion for her. Sighing and shaking his head he opened his robes slightly to reveal the erection that strained painfully against his tailored slacks. "I'm denied release until I bring you to Him. I know how maddening it is."

She looked down at him, her fingers flexing. "What if I?" She offered

He snapped his robes closed around himself and glared at her, a snarl gracing his lips. "You will NEVER touch me. My body belongs to one person. Just as yours does. Get use to the idea Brown. And tell me when you've had enough torture and are ready to swear yourself to your Master." Turning he left her standing there. His anger bubbling at the idea that she had even considered being sexual with him. He was on a razors edge. He needed this game to end, he needed his Mistress, he needed to be allowed release.

Draco spent most of the day in a cloud of annoyance, his mood so dark that no one, not even Pansy, dared to get near him. He was angry with himself for showing weakness toward Brown and he was pissed at her for trying to offer him sexual favors.

Finally, at dinner, Blaise sat down beside him and slid him a small piece of parchment. "That Brown girl asked me to give this to you mate."

Unfolding the note he read it over. It listed a time and a place, nothing else. If Brown was giving herself over to his Master it was quicker then he'd expected. More then likely she was setting him up to try and prove he did something to her, or she was going to try and proposition him again. Neither sounded appealing, he would have to be clever during their meeting, make sure he didn't say anything damning.

He arrived in the empty classroom at exactly eight o'clock. The room was dark except the moonlight that filtered through the windows. He paused at the door, and waited for his eyes to adjust, scanning the room for any sign of a trap. "I'm here Brown, what do you want?"

The way a choked moan from the far side of the room, followed by a soft pleading voice. "Please Malfoy, please make me stop. I can't stop."

Walking toward the sound of the voice he found her kneeling on the floor at the far side of the room. She was naked under her school robes, and they lay open, exposing her flesh to the moon light. Both her hands were between her legs.

His lips twitched, half from amusement and half because his Mistress has chosen that moment to begin yet another game with Blaise. He could feel the other boy's pleasure as fingers wrapped around his length. "Why should I end your self inflicted torment Brown?"

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "If you don't I'll break the rule. I'll deflower myself so your Master can't have the pleasure." She threatened.

Damn Gryffindor courage, and stupidity. She should have just given in. Walking around behind her, he grabbed her arms at the elbows and pulled them behind her back. As he did so, pain shot through his groin, followed be intense pleasure, and just like every time before, the pain and the pleasure echoed over and over again through his body as it bounced between Blaise and himself. Soon he was on his knees behind Brown, her arms still locked in his own, his breathing labored.

"You're Master is hurting you, just like he is hurting me." She whispered, her hands, still sticky with her own juices, reaching out to touch him. "Maybe together..."

He growled in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I wouldn't be hurting if you would just submit." He snarled. The pain and pleasure he was feeling from his friend was different then it had been the night before, more mingled. It wasn't right, but it was filling his head and blurring his vision. "Give up and just let me go back to where I belong."

"We could fight him together Malfoy." She offered, her voice practically pleading.

"Shut up Brown, before I hurt you. I don't want to fight, I want you to submit."

"Malfoy, please. Please help me fight this. I don't want to be the Dark Lord's play thing."

He practically laughed as he released her arms and rocked back on his toes before finding his feet. He was shaking, and his mind was fogged with need. "Don't contact me again until you are ready to give up."

She cried out in frustration and lunged at him as he moved to walk past her. "If you don't help me I swear I'll ruin myself before you can take me to him. I'll be so lose he'll never want to touch me." She swore. "I wont be anyone's slave."

Draco felt his lips twitch and curl into a snarl. "If I have to break you here, in this room tonight, I will. By the time I present you to him you'll think him kind in comparison to me." He threatened, new pain was flaring through his body. So much pain, and so much pleasure. He didn't have the strength to break Brown's will, but he would find it if necessary. He would not allow her to make a fool of him.

She coward at his words, and flinched as he slowly turned back to face her.

"Let's begin, shall we?" He taunted as he raised his wand "Funis corpus necto." Ropes sprang from his wand and wrapped around her, cinching around her breasts and slithering between her legs before pulling tight.

She cried out in both pleasure and pain, her arms tied behind her back, her calves tied to her thighs. Fear filled her as she looked up at him.

"Now you look like a nicely wrapped present. But we are just getting started." He warned, pointing his wand at the apex of her thighs, where a small tuft of hair curled against her mound.

"Why are you doing this?" She demanded, tears threatening to cascade from her eyes once again.

"If I have to suffer for YOUR unwillingness to accept what you are, then by Merlin so are you." He seethed, calling to mind all the slave breaking spells he had learned why going over the books he had found in the restricted section before Christmas Holiday. He had intended them for Hermione back then, but life had changed, he had changed, and he planned on using them on any who dared appose his Mistress now. "Concutio"

Brown's eyes grew wide as the spell took effect, buzzing against her jewel with more intensity then the best vibrator. Curling in on herself she began to sob.

Lowering his wand Draco half stumbled to the closest desk and sat heavily in the seat. "Just tell me when you've had enough Brown. If I'm still awake I'll think about ending the spell and taking you to our Master. Though I might just decide to let you suffer for a while." He closed his eyes and tried to take his mind of everything he was feeling. It wasn't his Mistress with Blaise, he was sure of it now. Hermione was gentle in her touch. She left pain to his Master and Potter. But if Blaise was betraying their Mistress, then Draco was in a lot of trouble. He doubted she would ever forgive him.

His eyes opened suddenly, shakily he was on his feet whispering spells to locate any one who might have been hiding in the room. It was empty, and Brown was still tied, laying on her side whimpering. That meant that no curse or hex had been thrown his way. His sudden inability to breath, the choking sensation he couldn't shake, was through the bond. His legs practically gave way as he was hit with wave after wave of intense need. What ever Blaise was going through he was getting off on it, Draco on the other hand thought he would pass out any moment if it continued.

Spots burst in front of his eyes, and then, just before he thought he would pass out, he felt Blaise orgasm. The pleasure shook him to his core, but his own body remained on the edge. He took a deep breath as soon as he felt the choking sensation lifted from around his neck and coughed violently. Laying his head on the desk he concentrated on breathing. Blaise was definitely NOT with Hermione, which meant he had to find the other boy and find out what was going on. He wouldn't stand for anyone to betray her. "I think I'm going to have to leave to think about your choices for a while Brown, I have something to take care of."

She looked up at him with wide eyes, her words broken by pants and whines. "What? No, no you. You can't leave me like this."

Draco stood slowly, his body ached and he was still seeing spots. "You're right of course." Raising his wand he spoke two separate spells. "Funis adstringo, domito."

The first of the spells tightened the ropes around Brown until she cried out in pain, the second created a phallic shaped gag that filled her mouth and pressed against the back of her throat.

"Now be a good girl and don't try to escape while I'm gone. Then, if you're still right where you are now when I get back, I'll think about releasing you to see if you're ready to submit to our Master." That said he turned from her and hurried for the door, he had to find Blaise and find out what was going on.

Closing the door to the classroom as quietly as possible he turned to head down the hall only to come face to face with a pair of agitated brown eyes, and full red dusted lips turned down in a slight frown.

"Mistress..." He breathed, his eyes quickly darting to his feet.

"Going somewhere ferret?" She enquired, her hands crossing under the swell of her bosom.

"I..." He swallowed hard. "I was going to find Blaise." he finally admitted.

"What does Blaise have to do with breaking Brown?"

"Nothing Mistress. I just, I felt..."

"You were going to insure that he wasn't betraying me."

He nodded, still unable to look at her.

Hermione chuckled, reached out and took his chin in her hand, forcing him to look up at her. "He is not. I lent his body to another for the evening. However, after seeing the depth of her cruelty I decided to come and check on you. Seeing as you feel everything he does."

He felt himself go weak at her touch and her words. "Thank you Mistress. I am fine."

She nodded and released his chin, the loss of her touch causing a small whimper to escape his lips. "How are you fairing on your task pet?"

"Just breaking through the last bit of Gryffindor pride."

"It was very clever of you pet. To use an untraceable potion on her."

He practically purred at the compliment. "I had no intention of ever touching her, unless there was no way around it. My body is yours."

"How long to you plan to leave her alone in there pet?"

"Another ten minutes. Should be more then enough time to scare her."

"You seem confident that you can break her tonight."

He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the accusation that held in her voice. "I have to break her tonight Mistress. I can't take another day without your presence. Without being allowed to please you."

Hermione laughed, it was rather amazing to think she had broken him so completely that he longed to be at her feet. It was a pleasure almost as great as what she experienced in Ron's embrace. "Gryffindor pride, as you so put it, is a hard thing to crack pet."

"Easier then my vacuous pureblood pride." He countered.

"Then let me raise the stakes pet. Have her at my Love's feet ready to please him, no, begging to please him, and I will not only grant you the release you so crave, but also a kiss."

"A kiss..." he repeated. The idea of having her lips on his was intoxicating. "It will be done Mistress. Even if I have to destroy her mind in the process."

"Good. Ron and I will be waiting for you in the normal room in the astronomy tower at midnight." That said she turned and left him alone in the hall.

Somewhere in the castle a grandfather clock struck nine, it gave him three hours to do as she'd commanded.Spinning on his heals he re-entered the classroom and crossed to the still bound Brown.

"We have three hours to get you ready for your debut." He whispered, stroking her hair affectionately. "Then I'm going to take you to him, and you are going to be a good girl."

She gave a muffled cry, but didn't thrash or try to pull away from him.

"Are you ready for me to take the gag out of your mouth Brown?"

She nodded and he pulled the phallus from her parted lips. "Please Malfoy, just tell me, why me?"

"To test MY skills. Mistress picked the hardest target she could think of. She wanted to see how I would fair."

She looked confused, "But; I thought..."

"You only need to concern yourself with bringing our Master pleasure. The others will only come into your life at his discretion."

"How many others are there Malfoy?" She asked, fear lacing her voice.

"That's not our problem. I only want you to focus on pleasing our Master."

"I don't want to." She sobbed. "It hurts, I just want it to stop hurting."

Draco took a deep breath to calm his anger. "What you want and don't want doesn't matter Brown. I thought we already covered this. Maybe you weren't ready to have the gag out." Smiling his most dangerous smile he slid the phallic gag between her legs, collecting her wetness along its length. "Time to open up Brown." He crooned, bringing it back to her lips.

She looked at him with pleading eyes, her lips remaining firmly shut.

"I said open up Brown." He growled, reaching out and twisting one of her nipples until she screamed. Once her mouth was open he shoved the gag into her mouth with enough force to cause her to gag. "Now then, as I was saying." He stated, releasing her nipple and moving to sit beside her on the floor. "You are our Master's little slut. He will do with you as he pleases, and if you are wise you will beg for more. Not beg him to stop. Trust me, that always ends badly. I don't really know what his kinks are. I'm not his type. He prefers girls." He paused to looked down at her to make sure she was still listening and then continued. "Your job will be to please him while I am pleasing my Mistress. I'm sure the fist time is going to hurt. I say scream and cry if you want, he'll tell you to stop if he doesn't like it. But above all else, ALWAYS do as he says. He's damn good with a whip, again, I ask that you trust me on that."

After he was finished talking he let silence fill the space between them, waiting until the old grandfather clock chimed the half hour mark before finally removing the gag once again.

She coughed and licked her lips before speaking in a raspy voice. "The ropes, their so tight, they hurt so bad. Please Malfoy, please loosen them." She begged.

"Why should I trust that you wont try something stupid?" He countered.

"Like what? I don't have my wand, I'm naked and I'm pretty sure you are stronger then me." She shot back. "Please."

Conceding he drew his wand and cast the counter spell, dispelling the ropes altogether. "We should work on how you will present yourself to him." He stated, moving to stand.

"How do you present yourself?" She enquired, moving to sit up, sitting on her hands to keep herself from masturbating.

"Naked, on my knees, with my hands laces behind my head." He responded as he straightened his robes. "But that wont work for you."

"Then how should I look. I'm scared Malfoy, I don't want to anger him. You make him sound horrible."

"He's not. Not unless you piss him off." Draco countered as he walked around her. "Get on your knees and spread
your legs."

She did as she was told, feeling very exposes, the vibrating spell still keeping her from fully being able to think.

"Square your shoulders. Makes your breasts look perkier."

"Who is he Malfoy?" She asked.

"You don't need to be concerned with his identity, you will find out soon enough." He answered.

He continued to train her, tell her what he felt she would need to know, and watch for any sign that she was playing him, until finally the old clock struck eleven thirty. "It's time." He stated, holding out her school robes so she would not have to climb up to the astronomy tower naked. "You screw this up and I wont be the only one in pain Brown."

She only nodded as she followed him.